Yes, because you feel guilty even when you have not done anything wrong… Unless you count lying. Why did I even care? He lied to me too. Colton, my ass!
“Could you please excuse me? I need to use the restroom.”
Ethan threw me a concerned look but I managed a smile that I hoped was convincing.
“Of course.” He bent down to kiss my forehead and I could feel Hugo’s accusing eyes on me.
It’s in your head Ava, just move on.
“Out of the room, go on the first floor, third door on your left. It’s not for guests, but you’re not just anyone.”
I nodded and walked steadily out of the room, trying not to show that my primary goal was to get away from the whole situation.
I was pleased that nobody stopped me on my way up and I was even more grateful when I walked down the silent corridor and into the little bathroom, locking the door behind me.
I took a deep breath and rested my hand on the cold white counter, looking at myself in the mirror, somehow pleased with how composed I looked, despite my heart beating uncontrollably.
I’d fucked up. I sighed, shaking my head. It had not been voluntary, of course, but now I felt like I had the sword of Damocles hanging over my head.
What was Hugo going to do? Was he going to flaunt it in public or was he going to keep it to himself, gloating and torturing me every time he saw me?
Was he going to tell his father? Ethan? A chill ran down my spine. Did Ethan already know? Had Hugo said anything as soon as I left the room?
I looked at the bathroom door with wide eyes. Ethan had to hear it from me, not from these horrible people. We had to come up with a plan. We had to fix this.
I opened the door but didn’t even get a chance to step out. I was forcefully pushed back and the door was locked instantly, a massive body standing in front of me.
I took an instinctive step back and clutched at the choker around my neck as I stared at Hugo, who was glaring at me, his nostrils flaring like an angry bull. He was so tall, so wide, crowding this small bathroom to the point of suffocation.
“Why did you do it?” he asked with accusation, taking a step toward me.
I took another step back, my back connecting with the cold tiled wall.
HIs mouth tipped down in disgust. “Don’t worry, I'm not going to hurt you. I’ll never touch you again—you disgust me.”
I had to admit that it stung to see the look of anger and disgust on his face.
“I don't know what…”
“How did you know who I was?” He shook his head. “What did you think sleeping with his brother would do?” He tightened his fist. “Are you trying to destroy his family?”
“I…” My heart hammered so fast in my chest I could hear it in my head. “I didn’t know who you were!” I raised my hand in surrender. “I didn’t even know Ethan had a brother, he never mentioned you.”
“Ah.” He let out a humorless laugh. “I should be shocked but it does make sense—there’s no love lost between us.”
“If I had known…” I shook my head.
“Huh.” He stood up to his full height. “So you’re saying you’re just a basic slut, looking to get fucked at night while her fiancée is sleeping at home?”
I opened my mouth but closed it again. What could I even say without outing Ethan?
He sighed, shaking his head. “I should have known you were a slut, with your naïve attitude and insecure touch. No saint can suck a cock the way you did. Do you do it often? Pick up strangers in bars? I should have known.” His mouth tilted down in disgust again but something really akin to betrayal flashed in his eyes. “I can’t believe I fucked you bare. Wonder where your filthy cunt has been. I need to get checked.”
It was ironic, really. I was no virgin, but I’d never been one to give head often. I didn’t like sucking dicks, but with him it had been an urge. All I had wanted was to fall on my knees and please him. I’d loved giving him pleasure with my mouth and giving it my all. Of course, he was now using it against me.
I wanted to tell him that I was not a slut, that I'd only had three boyfriends in my life and that it had been the first time in my life I had done something as reckless as a one-night stand, but the man was sickened by me and I knew that nothing I could say would change his mind.
Despite his horrible words, I couldn’t help but want to reassure him. “I’m on the pill and I’m healthy.”